Michael Clifford One Shots

Story One: Michal Sees a Theraptist

*DISCLAIMER* I am seriously writing this on August 20 and I'm writing this with the knowledge I have from Twitter so I'm sorry if I get something wrong also some of this may just be for story reasons and I don't know if any of it is true so please don't assume things from this. Thanks :)

Backstory: Michael has been having some problems with his mental health the past little while but the past few weeks have been a rough journey. He has tried to stay positive for the fans when he's on stage and meeting them but the boys have seen this behaviour and are concerned about him. They have tried talking to him about it but the one person he seems to really open up to is his friend Mikyla. Michael and Mikyla have known each other since they were little babies. Their parents went to school together and happened to be having children at the same time so naturally the two spent a lot of time together (So cliché I know). The two have been through everything together and hate being apart so when the boys asked her if she would come along with them to North America for a few weeks, she was more then happy to join them. While they were on tour, Mikyla noticed Michael had been acting strange again so her and the boys decided it would be good for them to have a chat just the two of them.

Michele's P.O.V (Point of View)

Me, Ashton, Calum, Luke, Bryana and Mikyla were all crammed together in a van on our way back to the hotel from a show. We had a car of security following behind us too.

Luke sat in the front with the driver, Ashton, Bryana and Calum sat in the middle and me and Mikyla sat in the back.

Us boys were really sweaty and a bit stinky so I felt kinda bad for the girls. Oh no I probably stink really bad I thought I bet I smell the worst out of the guys. They probably all know it's me. I need to get out of the van. They all know it's me oh no. I'm making this so much worse for them. God I suck.

Everyone was talking and laughing about something but I couldn't really tell. I was too deep in thought. All I could think about was how bad I smelled and probably the 800 times I messed up tonight.

I just looked down at my hands playing with my load of bracelets on my arm. You can't see underneath. Good. I thought. I moved some of them over to see my wrist underneath. They haven't healed fully yet but they're still a bit noticeable.

Mikyla P.O.V

"Maybe next time don't wear a grey shirt Calum." Aston joked as he moved closer too Bryana, putting his arm around her.

"Maybe next time you should wear something with sleeves!" She teased back pushing his arm off of her as everyone in the van erupted with laughter.

I giggled looking at Michael. He wasn't laughing. He had his head down, looking at his hands, playing with his bracelets. He didn't even have to tell me. I know Michael. I know what he did. He moved them just a little bit to look at his arm underneath. I was worried about him.

I was glad that I got here at the time that I did because I missed Michael so much but to know that he's been going through this pain while I was back in Australia was heartbreaking. I think about him all the time. I miss my best friend but I'm so proud of him to be where he is today.

"Still no matter how bad we smell, I think we did play an amazing show." Ashton said "Well done again boys."
I looked at Michael again, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"I think you did amazing tonight Michael." I said trying to bring him into the conversation. He looked up a bit startled.
"Oh, uh thanks Mikyla, but I really didn't. I messed up a lot." He said rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.